Classic Poem

Lord, no man's pain is great as mine: to give peace none has power like Thine.
Thy promise is to aid the wretched: come, bring me succour.
There is no other wretchedness like mine: consider all mankind and see.
The Veda proclaims Thee purifier of sinners: where then dost Thou hide Thee?
There is none so stained with sin as I: though Thou searchest through the world.
To uplift the sinful, Thou hast come in all four ages.
Where wilt Thou find a sinner, whose sins are great as mine?
Dharni longs with all his heart; thread him as a bead upon Thy cord.
Take him and make him Thine and free him from the bonds of Karma.